Cradd

"Did I understand that this proposition is put to us in the form of a demand of our Government upon our patriotism?" asked Uncle Cradd in a booming voice, while father only looked uncertain and ready to say, "With you, Cradd."

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

As he spoke Uncle Cradd beamed on father, who was eating with the first show of real pleasure in food since we had had to send Henri back to New York, after the crash, weeping with all his

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

"I know that Lamb used to bore you, Cradd, but honestly now, doesn't his materialism seem --"

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

Cradd walks down for the mail each day, but father remains stationary.

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

"Will you rescue me, Ann?" he whispered as he ceremoniously seated me in my low chair and took a straight one beside father as Uncle Cradd stood tall, huge and towering on the old home-woven rug before the small fire in the huge rock chimney.

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

"With you, Cradd," answered father quietly, and I felt that that formula was the one by which they had lived their joint youth.

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

As Uncle Cradd spoke, his back straightened, and I saw that he must have been every inch of six feet three in his youth.

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

"Sometimes you make me so mad, Ann Craddock, that -- that --" Matthew was stuttering when Uncle Cradd appeared at the back door to chat with him, and

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

"Uncle Cradd will bring his letter when he comes back from the post-office, and I know he'll send a message to you, Mr.G. Bird," I said happily, as I watered and fed and caressed and joyed in the entire barn family.

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898

Matthew, his cheeks red with the glow of the blood Uncle Cradd had called up in his enthusiastic heart.

The Golden Bird Maria Thompson Daviess 1898